My fairy tale

I like flowers, I like to be with these pure life, pour my own dreams of dreams and innocent fantasy, the elegant fragrance is its sweet whisper...

I believe that there are sweet fairy tales in the flower garden. When it stretches out the soft petals, the milky white petals are smeared like a brush full of pink paint, thick, gradually spreading and lightening. At this time, the fairy tale hiding in the golden flower core bloomed. Isn't that reddish blush on the cheek of the elf? You know, at 12 o'clock in the moonlight, the fairy uses a magic wand, it will become a princess wearing silver shoes and silk skirts, to attend the prince's reception.

At dusk, I played with a dying basket. The hazy leaves are crumbling in the breeze and seem to sing a desolate melody. The yellow and black branches are like scorching, twisted, and it seems to be broken into pieces at the end of a collision. I bet I will be able to save it.

The scissors shimmered in the light, and I quickly trimmed it. In a short while, it only had a short branch, as if the girl had just cut her long hair. I turned over and sprinkled some water around the roots. The little hanging basket was very peaceful, and I seemed to hear its slow heartbeat and weak breathing.

In the night dream, my thoughts slipped through the golden track, and I opened the fairy tale, where there was a small green seedling. The next day, I opened my eyes and saw the short branch. It remained the same, and the green branches were a bit black. I took the kettle and sprinkled the bright water pearls and nurtured it. Looking forward to, looking forward to, expecting a dream bud.

On the 32nd morning, my fairy tale drifted into the distance with the water droplets. Going to the balcony again, a green highlight jumped into my eyes. My heart is filled with joy that I have never had before. The green buds were sharp and pointed, and the surrounding was still yellowish, very delicate, but it came out stubbornly, like a small nib.

Within a few months, the basket was flourishing, and the life was wonderful, growing up a little bit in my heart. With the sun bathing, we enrich each other and write a green fairy tale.